Shivering, cold, tired.
I sit alone,
Wondering about my family,
Where were they?
Were they alive?
These questions lingered my through my mind,
Like the feeling of death above my head,
I shudder as the smell of burning flesh passes by.
Will my smell too linger above people's heads?
Will my flesh be burned away and made into ashes?
The pain, the agony, the torture o the unknown.
There are so many different ways I could die,
But I have no idea what fate could have fallen upon my family.
Who will be next?
What plan does the S.S. have for us tomorrow?
Shouts, cries, screams for help,
These I hear everyday and will never go away.
Printed into my head like a nightmare I will never waken from.
Will I ever get out of here?
Or will Hitler rule the world forever?
Confusion, hatred, pain , all unleashed.
Onto those who are different.
People suffer and are murdered everyday.
While others sit back, watch, forget.
And try to erase the truth out of their heads.
Cover their eyes and ears , so they too do not face our fate.
These questions that I asked will they be answered?
How do I know I will make the next selection?
I don't.
And that is the fear, the pain , the agony,
That tears apart my heart and soul.
Why am I crying?
Why am I screaming?
I have been chosen,
I am in the cattle car being driven to my fate, my death,
The Gas Chambers
